I ran into you in the halls
I ran into you in the halls the other day.
Thrill Seek
I fill the void with more work.
10 things I want to tell my younger self
10. Sunscreen. Three finger lengths. Every day. Rain or shine.
Birthday blues
Today is my birthday: April 6.
Depression Dust
Depression convinced me to hole up in my apartment.
Fever Break
I feel as if my lungs have collapsed.
Kill Your Darlings
I come up with the right ideas far too late.
What International Women’s Day means to me
March 8. Another typical boring day for some. And yet, for half the world,
Solar Slide, Domestic Planets
Maybe it is as simple as everyone has told me: eat a good meal,
Beetle Catching
My boyfriend takes care of me. He texts me when he’s out of the house.
AWAY
Why don’t I go to a peninsula in Belize?
My Dear Doppelgänger
A doppelgänger moved into the spare bedroom.
Brain-Eaters
Fabrizio Stabile was admitted to the hospital after developing a blinding
A New Year’s Resolution: Ditching the list
You know the drill.
Lettuce Prep
The lettuce on your In-n-Out Burger was handled in-house by four distinct hands.
Gritando
Anyone who knows me today would be shocked to hear it,
I Died: Lessons From the Age of 21
I was born a fat, happy bug when something cosmic charmed me gold.
I. Work Dreamscape
Odes swabbed from my cheek, shifting between my toes,
Trophy Wife Fantasies
He is coming home soon,
Finding ataraxy in the galaxy
There was something about late night, long drives home
Bones of a Teenage Saint Are in Ohio
In Catholic iconography, Saint Dymphna is casually gorgeous.
A Wish for A Happy Family
I could have wished for a better, more prosperous life for myself.
Cimetière de Montparnasse
On a wet April afternoon in the South of Paris,
And Winter Follows
Many people dislike the cold winter evenings,
III. My Financial Advisor Trips
Buy non-USDA-certified-but-still-organic blue heaven
The cathartic power of sad songs
Calling 2020 a rough year would be an understatement.
Fembot
Spironolactone, 50mg, taken once daily
The Summer I Was Angry
It was the summer of 2016 and I was studying abroad in Ireland.
II. a. Final 6 months in the ICU
(Imagine they/you lost the bet—[through some bad luck on a genetics
Dear love, I hate you
Written by Vrinda Gandhi Yesterday, I saw lovers in a garden. The two birds were walking close, holding hands, and their feathers were touching each other’s bodies, each other’s souls. They whispered about the grains they would eat. The language of love is boundless; it is not limited by forms of heart and body. I … Continue reading Dear love, I hate you
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